You know I love pot, and I love beer, but I am totally sober, just because it completely stopped working for me.

My sobriety isn't up for discussion, but as for vices, I seem to hack away at them with my invisible machete from dawn till dusk. The vice of 'more' is an ongoing theme.

Once you've seen a solution to the disease that's tearing you apart, relapsing is never fun.

Drugs are a bet with your mind.

Fresh air makes me throw up. I can't handle it. I'd rather be around three Denobili cigars blowing in my face all night.

I neither want it [brandy] nor need it, but I should think it pretty hazardous to interfere with the ineradicable habit of a lifetime.